Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.